Is this a fist I see which approaches my face
with steroid-assisted velocity?
Or is this a fist of the mind, an immaculate conception,
gestating in a beer-soaked brain?

They spurt right out of the brain. That’s
why Athena leapt from her father’s head,
clothed, armed. Somebody had to axe

Once I loved a website browser,
but he has made me weep.
For I did the dual screen;
I pushed what should have stayed asleep.

Thanks for the makeup
and for burying me in
this really neat suit.

i hate the letter W because it’s the only letter
in the english language With more than one syllable